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There's a woman here with a broken record player |
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And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior |
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river |
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Brave boys in the empty coats of men |
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There's a kitchen timer, distractions and reminders |
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Roly-pollies started crawling across your family's china |
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river |
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Dead dogs on the winter night again |
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There's a serpent charmer, a pair of shoes and wander |
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A speeding ticket, you're not leaving that last land of slaughter |
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river |
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Good girls come and kick you in the shin |
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There's a hopeful hunter that has a sense of wonder |
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And leaving claw marks on the rock he hid his money under |
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Strange words that we hold on back into the river |
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And made men only want to live again |
